ATTENTION, NOBEL PRIZE JUDGES
An email from Canada:
Now, I enjoy slapping my belly.You know making drum riffs and stuff. I don't know why. Does there have to be a reason? It drives my wife batty, and for some reason, when she does it, it's disgusting.
What I found is that as you slap your way up from the lower belly up to the top of the chest, the tone rises. In fact, it makes a perfect octave.
So, I think it's a pretty safe bet, that thousands of years ago, some guys were sitting around a campfire having fun slapping their bellies. Then Og says " Hey fellas! Listen to this. And he whips off Concerto in C minor or maybe Louie Louie. And they say what's that? And he says " That's music." And they slap their bellies along with Og, and are transported into a realm of bliss they've never known before. Man has found the musical scale.
Guys, I invite you to entertain your wives.